A red stud, sometimes known as a Cimarron (Cimarron meaning a horse that escaped from humans and now lives in the wild) cantered across a large meadow. Locks drifting back as his large, cracked hooves hit the earth, pushing him closer and closer to his destination. Chamber's pelt was literally one of a kind. He is the only purebred Friesian in the world with a red pelt. The stud approached a fallen tree, lowering his head before picking up his front hooves and pushing off the ground. Thrusting himself into the air, a few inches above the log. He then landed and continued on through the meadow.
Chamber slowed to a quick-paced prance as he finally reached his destination; a rather calm stream that runs in and out of the forest. He then slowed to a walk and took a single step into the stream, lowering his thick neck to sniff the liquid. Parting his lips, the brute sucked in the refreshing liquid. Tail flicking, ears swiveling. Chamber pulled his neck up proudly as he caught his breath. His red pelt shimmering with sweat. White foam gathered between his back legs, his front legs, and his chest. The brute shook his head, locks draping down his neck and over his shoulder as he picked up his hoof, letting gravity pull it down into the water. He then took a few more steps, wading into the icy liquid. He continued on until the liquid was chest-high. Chamber then arched his neck and took a few more sips of water.
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